Steve stopped so abruptly as if he had hit an invisible wall the moment he saw The Stork Club... or more where it should have been. Now in its place was a field lined in fresh green grass and drizzled in morning dew though he could still see the club exactly as it had been.
Time flies when you're frozen in ice.
Clenching his fists, Steve finally stepped forwards one foot at a time. Soon enough he was lost in old memories of the music that would play around him, the taste of the beer he would drink, and the friends he would spend his time with. It was only yesterday to him yet to us it was a lifetime.
He was dragged back to modern day reality to find himself stood tall like Captain America in the very centre of the lush field. A gentle whisper swept past Steve's ears from behind him, making his heart stop as if it were pierced by a fine needle. He did not dare turn around.
"You're late" the softest voice that had ever been drifted around the old club. Though it sounded so different he knew it all too well. So well that his already pierced heart took another acute stab when the sound of soft flat shoes fluttered closer and closer to his frozen body. Even the way she walked was the same.
He closed his eyes and held his breath when a fragile hand placed itself on his shoulder.
"Time got away from me." Slowly he opened his anxious eyes and began to move round to face the face he had been longing for for 70 years. "Wow" he simply could not take his eyes off of her "you haven't changed one bit."
"I was about to say the same thing to you, Captain." Peggy smiled with utter delight and passion as it slowly sunk in that she was talking to Steve Rogers once more. She grasped the neatly folded piece of paper in her hand. "I got your note." He took her open hand in his and held it tight as if to say he would never let go. He couldn't think of a single word to say to her. "I waited." She said to his glossy eyes "every Saturday. At 8pm on the dot I was here. Every week I would hope that you would just walk through the doors... but you never showed. A single tear ran down Peggy's worn face "I should have known but there was a part of me that couldn't bring itself to believe. Therefore I couldn't let go." The tear rested on a wrinkle in her cheek and she did not take her eyes off Steve. "They tore The Stork down a few years back... I didn't go down without a fight but I suppose it was time."
Steve reached up with his free hand and placed it on her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "You've always been a fighter" they both stared into each other's eyes "I'm here now, so how about that dance." His hand slipped down to her waist and met with his other hand which he had released from Peggy's. Her frail hands both clasped together at Steve's neck. First one foot, then the other and soon they were making their way around the grass cover field as though it were a dance floor. No music played. They didn't need music for this was the happiest moment of Steve's life regardless of a soundtrack.
Suddenly they were back at The Stork Club in their old uniforms just how things used to be. The band started to play something slow as the youthful Peggy rested her fresh face on his shoulder. Nothing mattered anymore. All he cared about at this moment was this moment. Was Peggy. They drifted and twirled around the floor with so much emotion that it practically seeped from their hearts. The song seemed to last for an eternity but not one of them complained, it would appear that the band was making up for those long 70 years. This moment was perfect. If it were a dream then Steve didn't want to wake up.
"Peggy?"
She lifted her head from his shoulder and stared back into his soft eyes.
"...I found you."